Purpose

I bloomed up in your backyard

With beauty and fragrance,

You plucked me up

To adorn your home,

I perfumed your room

With serenity and harmony.

Days after when I am withered 

You put me in the scratch.

Perhaps that's our purpose 

We are born to bloom up

And sprinkle goodwill in the world

And when our part is done,

When we get withered like the rose

We get back into the dust.